Hey, once again, thanks for the wonderful reviews, I really appreciate it. About Chase being Australian, not Czech and German, he is Australian and was born there but Rowan Chase was Czech and that would make Chase Czech, as well, in this story I have Chase's mother as being from Germany, making Chase German as well, so he is all three. So on with the story.

Chapter Three:

"You want me to what?"

Dr. Lisa Cuddy sat in her desk staring bewildered at the three doctors.

"We need you to insist that either Chase agrees to talk to us, or he gets fired," House replied. Even after all of his thinking, this pathetic plan was all that he could come up with and he could only hope that it would work. "If I do it he won't believe me, he'll take it more seriously coming from you,"

"Please, House," Cuddy sighed, leaning back in her chair, "Chase has more money than you all will make in a lifetime, put together. I'm talking millions, if not billions of dollars. I mean, he doesn't need to work, but he does, he'll see this as a threat and he will be packing before I even finish threatening him."

"No, Cuddy," Cameron said, "Don't you remember that Chase will do anything to keep his job, don't you remember Vogler."

"That was completely different," Cuddy replied, glaring at the female duckling, "Chase did that because he felt threatened and he liked it here, now he knows that he doesn't have his anti-depressants to tell him that not everything can be fixed. Chase is vulnerable and depressed. If you even start on his case normally he gets defensive and starts putting up extra brick walls, what do you think an attack on his anti-depressants and daughters will do to him?"

"To be honest…" House started.

"No, House," Cuddy interrupted forcefully. "Chase is very near broken. If you know the exact place to chisel you can shatter him completely, and I am not going to stand by and help you do that to a nice man like Robert. He doesn't deserve that. If you break Chase he won't be able to put himself together again, kind of like Humpty Dumpty. Except that Humpty Dumpty didn't have children that would suffer immensely if they lost their father, especially as they have already lost their mother."

"Technically, no one knows whether Humpty Dumpty actually did have children. I mean the story simply isn't clear, he could have had dozens of eggs before his unfortunate fall."

House rambled nonchalantly only to receive the glares of Cuddy, Foreman and Cameron.

"Well, without threatening him," Cameron shot House a nasty look, "What are we supposed to do to get him to see sense and talk to us?"

"I don't know," Cuddy replied, "And I want you to know that I'm just as worried about Chase as you are, but we cannot be threatening people's jobs like this, especially when they aren't stable in the first place."

"So what you're saying is that we do nothing?" House said angrily, "Well that isn't good enough. You may think that doing this is going to kill Chase, but if we don't do it he's going to end up killing himself, whether it be by anorexia, or giving himself an ulcer, we need to do something before the kid self destructs!"

Cuddy stood abruptly, "I know that we need to do something! Don't you think that I care because I do care! He is one of my doctors, one of my best doctors, and this hospital would be a lot more chaotic if he weren't here to work in two departments that need him! This is a kid who misses his home, who misses his wife, who are we to say that he has to stay or go, that he has to do this and do that, who are we to say how he should feel!"

"We have no right to tell him what to feel but if we let him go back to Australia then in about eight months time we'll be reading his obituary!" House yelled.

"That's enough!" Cuddy screamed, "I don't want to hear any more about this! Chase called me about two hours ago asking for two weeks off and I gave it to. You have to let him sort himself out by himself, because otherwise he'll never get through it."

"Get through it!" House yelled, "Chase has had the saddest, most awful childhood, and life when you really think about it, then any person that I have ever heard of! I think that some orphans had it better than him!"

"Don't speak about what you don't understand, House," Foreman said, "Chase is just a rich kid who…"

"Chase is NOT just a rich kid!" House turned on Foreman, "You know nothing about Chase's childhood; I don't even know that much but what I know is awful. You think that just because he is rich that he leads the perfect little life, well I'll bet you anything that growing up he would have given anything to have your life!"

"My life, why, I was a poor kid in LA," Foreman scoffed.

"Because you had, have, parents who love you, who would do anything for you, who are proud of you. Do you know what Chase would have given for his father to once say that he was proud of him? He would have probably given anything for his mother to act like a mother should act!"

"Instead of what?" Foreman said angrily.

"Instead of being a raging alcoholic is what!" House yelled, not realizing what he was revealing.

Cuddy, Cameron and Foreman all gasped. "What?"

House sighed. It was a little late now to take back what he had just told them. "Chase's mother was an alcoholic his whole life. She drank herself to death when he was sixteen. He watched her slowly deteriorate his whole life, and he didn't know how to help her, and he was all alone."

Silence fell over the room as House continued. "You think that Chase is evil for not forgiving the man that was never there and drove his mother to the bottle of gin she so loved, for not forgiving the man who up and left when he was ten because he couldn't handle Mrs. Chase anymore and left it up to his ten year old son. I think that it's brave of him to even be in the same room as the man who caused his whole family to destruct."

"Chase is very much a wounded soldier, he is hurting inside and doesn't want to tell anyone for fear of being seen as weak, and we've driven him to this just like his father and just like his mother did. We are just as bad as they are."

"I can't believe this, poor Chase," Cameron sniffed, and she and Cuddy joined in a comforting hug (as House and Foreman looked at the two women completely amazed). "He really needs to talk to someone, be it us or a therapist."

"How are we going to make him talk though?" Cuddy asked.

House sighed. "The only thing that we can do is to back him into a corner so that he has nowhere to go."

"Oh, yeah, that's what we need," Foreman said sarcastically, "To give the poor guy a nervous breakdown."

"But at least we'll be there when he has it," House replied. "If we don't make him talk then he'll self-destruct and have a nervous breakdown by himself and might hurt himself, this is our only option."

Cuddy, Cameron and Foreman looked at one another and nodded their heads.

"Okay," House said, "Anyone know Chase's address?"

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Robert Chase slammed the door to his two-story house and leaned against it with a sigh. He had just come back from saying goodbye to his babies, his little girls. They had cried at having to leave him, and he had cried at them having to leave, but in the end, he knew that it was the best thing to do. He refused to let them watch him self-destruct like he had watched his mother.

Sometimes, he would dream that he was dead, and it would be a nice dream. He would walk into heaven and he would be instantly greeted by the Lord. His mother and Melissa would then run out to meet him and he would give them big hugs and tell them how much he loves them and had missed them. But, unfortunately, he always woke up from these dreams, a single father of three, with no other family to speak of, and he just wanted to do right by them, but he had so many of his own issues that he wasn't sure how to make sure that they didn't inherit any of them from him.

He looked around the large, beautiful house that seemed so cold and empty without the presence of his children. He sighed and walked quietly up the stairs, tears dripping down his face. He went into the master bedroom's bathroom and pulled out a dusty bottle of gin and tonics from the cupboard. This had been here ever since he had moved here and he was absolutely terrified to open it, terrified of what he might become. Robert Chase had watched his mother drink excessively her whole life and had watched her slowly whittle away to nothing: to death. Robert Chase had never himself drunk any alcohol, not wine, not gin, not beer. Robert Chase was afraid, deeply afraid, of all of the liquids which had destroyed his mother, and here he sat, trying to convince himself that the alcohol will make everything better, and yet trying to convince himself that it would make it worse at the same time. Robert Chase was at his wits end and he didn't know what to do.

He opened the bottle and sat down on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, the strong whiff of the alcoholic beverage almost made him throw up. He brought the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking and tears running down his face…

And then he threw the bottle into the bathtub and watched as it shattered into millions of pieces and the liquid ran down the drain. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he slid off the edge and onto the floor, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed. It had almost happened; he had almost become his mother and he had almost done to his own children what she had done to him. As soon as he let out the tears that he had been holding in for so long, he couldn't hold any back any longer and he cried: for his mother, his father, his wife, his children…himself.

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